Sunday, 24 October 2010

I mentioned in my last post that I was expecting a grandchild and here is the proof. He's called Lucien and Lucky for short born 11 October. I spent a few days with Olivia, bossing her and her husband about and pretending to be a nursery nurse - something our mothers had perhaps. I rather wanted a crisp uniform and some white lace-up shoes and a thermometer in my top pocket but just felt a bit scruffy and in need of a hair appointment (which is why I have cropped as much of myself as possible in this picture). A manicure too, I see.

So that accounts for a week or more of my blogging absence and I can't remember where the rest went.

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Why is it that we grannies apparently know nothing about childbirth or babies? My daughter told me everything I needed to know before the birth of her first child. Apparently having given birth to three was not enough experience for the vital job of Grandparent. Ha! I soon realised that a grannie's job was to undermine everything daughter taught her babe. We have such fun with the grand-daughter now!Hehehe...